Ryen!!!

Ryen!!!

Once again I am speechless.. and no less you gave us 16.K 😳👏

My current mods at the moment, cause we have finally got a little peak 👀 at what happened at the court that day.

But ahh my Yoongs 🙃🥺😩

Doing all the right things to claim my heart as his ♥️

So umm.. Yoongi hit my phone up I’m available all day baby. 😏🫠😚

anytime (3tan) (m) | myg

title: anytime pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that  rating/genre:m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary:your brother is finally back. which makes for a bunch of conflicting worries that you may need to address. warnings: angst, yoongi in general lol, lots of dialogue i’m so sorry, tae being a menace, yoongi on the phone, 3tan sibling scenes!!, thinking thinking, jimin being jimin, masturbation, dirty talk, sl*t mentions, did i say yoongi on the phone?, alcohol, house party, so many interactions, just… yoongi🥺 note: ah.. well. it’s finally here. thank you endlessly to @sugakookitty​​ for being the angel beta you are, and thank you all for being so patient and understanding as i worked on this while still recovering from the writing process of dalo! i know it’s been a minute, so. i worked like hell on this the past week. if you haven’t read any of the three tangerines series yet, i highly recommend reading those first! it will make so much more sense lol note 2: saving the rest of my thoughts for the end bc i have many! just enjoy :D  total word count: 16k+ release date: july 23rd, 2022, 2:17pm est 

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Back to normal.

With the coming of one, singular sunrise, everything has gone back to normal. 

Curling your fingers into worn sheets, you stare unblinking at the space once occupied. At the way the material has bunched in frozen peaks and valleys, previously crinkled by passion and loudly unspoken feelings. 

Whatever transpired just hours ago will be imprinted on your soul forever. You may even wear it on your sleeve, if only to remind yourself that something shifted between the hours of suspense and shelter. 

Because Yoongi didn’t just let you into his place last night. 

He let you into his heart. 

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Woo hoo!

No one bother me tomorrow! I REPEAT NO ONE! ❌(BESIDES RYEN ONLY❗️❗️❗️❗️)❌

[ 3tan8 ] it’s decided: see y’all tomorrow!🍊

drop time will probably be around 1:17pm CST, which would be 7:17pm UK time so that side of the world will finally have a 3tan time drop!🤣

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this is fine :))))))

[ 3tan8 ] visual #1

degausser | m.yg

—⚘ [chapter] two

degausser[dee-gou-ser] noun: something that removes or neutralizes a magnetic field

—⚘ ch. word count: 3.8k

—⚘ ch. warnings: swearing, arguing, mention of nicotine/cigarettes & alcohol addiction, brief mention of death/suicide & a gun, brief mentions of food, one usage of a pet name, one usage of a threat.

—⚘ featuring: choi minho [SHINee]

—⚘ to set the mood: not today - bts [spotify]

—⚘ pairing: min yoongi x female reader

—⚘ rating/warnings: r/mature [no smut, fade to black sexual situations, clothes be comin’ off tho, swearing, drinking, smoking, mentions of death/suicide, mention of a gun, blood, and violence/weapons(not explicit)]

—⚘ genre: detective au, rivals to lovers, angst/drama, crime/mystery, hurt/comfort

—⚘ synopsis: When suspicious deaths begin increasing at an alarming rate in Itaewon, you and seven other of the best detectives from across South Korea are dispatched to investigate. One of those seven? A former classmate at the police academy who hates your guts for some reason.

—⚘ ashe’s note: 🚨 I posted a very important announcement regarding the status of Degausser. Please read HERE! 🚨

Sorry for the lateness. I forgot to queue this up to release when I wanted to. 😭 I hope you enjoy!

Feedback, reblogs, comments, & asks are always welcome and appreciated!💜

Thanks to Leo (@seung-scrittore) for beta reading again. They're the best. Seriously. 💜

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—⚘ [chapter two]

——⚘ the ultimatums

"What took you so long?"

The condescending tone of voice hit you at the same time the smug smirk, the wisps of light brown hair falling over the right side of his forehead, and the form-fitting, black suit—sans a tie—did. You weren't too far off with your simile. However, instead of a walking, talking briefcase of random crime scenes with an alcohol problem, it was a walking, talking briefcase of random crime scenes that had made it their life-goal to antagonize and berate you for who knows what reason. Maybe with an alcohol problem. You didn't know enough about him or his personal life to tell.

Goddamn Min Yoongi.

"What are you doing here?" you spat, walking past him toward your desk.

You heard him behind you as you reached your workstation, pulled the strap of your messenger bag from around your neck, and sat it down. Just as you did, Yoongi slapped something down on your desk. You were confused for a moment. It was a foil sleeve of gum, with pieces missing. Did he really think his half-used peace offering was going to fix everything and change your mind?

"You dropped your gum, thought I'd return it." he coyly replied, smirk still plastered on his face.

Your gum? You quickly shoved a hand into the front pocket of your messenger bag but there was nothing in it. You felt heat spreading across your cheeks as you returned the sleeve to its rightful place. No one knew about your previous smoking habit. Not even your mother. You made sure of that by making sure your back was to the wind, obsessively washing your clothes every day, and brushing your teeth more times than probably necessary.

Quitting had been exceptionally difficult. You slipped a few times with the patches but were doing well with the gum. Until now. You didn't think you'd ever craved a cigarette more in your life. There was still that hidden pack up on the roof… No, you needed to change the subject.

"You didn't come all the way here to return my gum. So what do you want?"

Yoongi snickered and pointed to the squad still standing and watching near the elevator.

"I'm actually here for those guys."

You gave your squad a quick glance, missing the perplexed looks on their faces and whispers between themselves. You nodded in presumed understanding, sat down in your wobbly desk chair that was well beyond the need for replacement, and began sorting through a stack of case files. Whatever it was that Yoongi wanted with them was none of your concern.

After a few seconds, you noticed your former classmate still hadn't budged from his spot near your desk. You paused your sorting and glanced up. Yoongi was just looking at you, a bit shocked.

"So why are you still standing here?" you asked.

"Really? No fight?"

"Why would I fight you?"

"Huh...that was easier than I thought." he said under his breath, ignoring your question.

"Alright then, boys!" Yoongi rubbed his hands together and started making his way towards them. "You're coming with me to Itaewon!"

You immediately jumped up from your seat.

"They're what?!"

Yoongi, who had almost reached the group still huddled by the elevators, turned back to you.

'If he smirks at me one more goddamn time…'

"Oh, Chief Lee didn't tell you?" he asked, the trademark smirk reappearing on his face like he could read your mind. "They're the other members of my new unit!"

"Wait, what's happening?" Inspector Seokjin asked.

"We're transferring?" came the confused reply from Officer Park.

"New unit?" Officer Jeon looked at Namjoon, who could only shrug.

"News to me."

The hazardously thin ice that'd been your patience for most of your morning finally cracked. Getting emotionally blackmailed at seven in the morning apparently wasn't enough. Now, your squad was being taken away for what? Punishment for some imaginary slight from almost a decade ago? You balled your hand into a fist and imagined sending it flying through Yoongi's teeth as you stomped from your desk up to him. You had to bite your tongue to keep from making it a reality and, instead, grabbed his arm like he had an hour ago.

"Come with me." you ground out from behind gritted teeth and began walking towards the back of the room.

"Where we going?"

You could hear the smirk in his words.

"See?! Told you! Boyfriend!" You could hear Officer Park boast as you opened the first door you reached and lightly shoved Yoongi into the room.

You'd set Jimin straight later. You had bigger fish to fry at the moment. As soon as you slammed the door shut, you whirled around to face Yoongi.

"Hey! Not a fan of the shoving…"

"You're not taking my squad." you said, ignoring his comment and getting straight to the point.

"Sorry, honey." he shrugged his shoulders with a shit-eating grin. "But they're comin' with me regardless."

"The fuck they are! I'm not letting you take them over some petty school rivalry!"

"'Petty'?! You—"

Whatever Yoongi was about to say was cut short when there was a cough from somewhere behind him. You both jumped and turned to see the Squad Two leader sitting on a couch in the back corner of the room.

"S-senior Inspector Choi!" you stuttered in surprise and bowed your head slightly. "What are you doing in here?!"

"I should be asking you two the same question." he said, raising an eyebrow.

It was only then that you'd taken a look around. You and Yoongi were standing in front of a desk in the middle of the room. A bookshelf full of various crime and law books, manuals, and plaques was lined against the wall to the left of the desk and the couch—in which said Squad Two leader sat with his laptop—lined the other side. You made a silent "O" with your lips and hung your head. Out of all the rooms on the floor, you'd managed to pull Yoongi into his office. Damn him. You'd only been around him again for less than two hours and he was already fucking everything up.

"And actually, I just received an email," he grimaced at you. "You might want to take a look…"

Your eyes widened and you hurried over to the senior inspector. Bracing yourself with a hand on his shoulder, you leaned over the arm of the couch to take a look at the screen.

"'A new homicide unit—headed by Senior Inspector Min Yoongi from Daegu—will be transferring to the station in Itaewon-dong, effective immediately,'" you began, reading aloud. "'Attached are the pre-approved transfer papers for Inspectors Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, and Jung Hoseok. Also attached are the pre-approved promotion and transfer papers for Officers Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. Signed, Chief Lee Sungho'"

You sighed and hung your head again. Of course Chief Lee was the one pulling the strings. You should've known better. It wasn't punishment from your former classmate for a past wrong. It was a punishment from the chief for declining to join and help get him out from under heavy public scrutiny. Yoongi was just a puppet following orders.

"Minho, you know they're just going to replace them with newbies fresh out of university…" you whined from your position over the squad leader's shoulder. "Half of them probably don't know an evidence marker from a scale ruler."

"What can we do?" Minho sighed and shrugged. "It's above all of our pay grades."

"First name basis with the boss, huh?" Yoongi questioned, eyes gleaming with amusement, from his seated position on a corner of Minho's desk and wiggled his eyebrows. "Think we'll ever be on that level?"

You started a little at his sudden voice. You had gotten so caught up in the email and thinking about the pains of training new squad members, you'd truly forgotten he was there. You stood upright and tossed him a glare as you walked back to the door.

"So is that a 'no'?"

You refused to dignify that with a response. There was nothing to read into like Yoongi seemed to think. Minho was the closest thing you could get to a real friend in the last ten years. He was technically your sunbae—a year or so older than you and Yoongi— and was two grades ahead at KNPU. Despite your demeanor, there was a mutual respect that was a rarity given your gender in a "man's profession." You would never do anything to sully that relationship.

Instead, you ignored Yoongi and took a deep breath, mustered up the most neutral look you could manage, and stepped out into the bullpen. Your squad was doing a terrible job of pretending to appear busy. Namjoon, who was standing in front of the coffee cart in the corner, ripped the filter he held in his hands upon your entrance. Seokjin, Hoseok, and Jimin were all seated at their desks, peering over their computer screens and ducked their heads as soon as you entered. Taehyung and Jungkook were standing together, acting as if they were going over the map of patrol routes pinned to the corkboard that you knew they'd already memorized.

"It's true," you declared to the room. "You've all been picked for a new investigative unit in Itaewon."

Everyone quickly abandoned whatever it was they were pretending to do in favor of huddling around you.

"Is it all the random homicides, noona?!" Jungkook inquired immediately.

"They might not be random," you stated—ignoring Jungkook's impertinence—although that wasn't the official view of the department; just your own opinion. "and they haven't been classified as homicides…yet. That's where you'll all come in."

You kept going, reciting the email verbatim. The three officers jumped and cheered with joy at the news of their promotions. A small smile tugged at your lips before going back to your neutral face. The inspectors? Not so much.

"What about you, Inspector?" Hoseok questioned, obviously noting the lack of your name amongst the group.

"I was offered a leadership position within the unit," you sighed before you continued. "I declined."

"Again?!" Namjoon just shook his head with his hands on his hips.

A sad smile almost crept upon your lips but you beat it down. You could tell they were nervous about leaving.

"This is a great opportunity for you," you reassured them. "Senior Inspector Min is great at his job. Stick with him and I'll see all your names in the HQ congratulations emails soon."

The group chuckled nervously, with some even blushing a little at the thought. You personally didn't see the point in the emails, but they did seem effective in keeping the morale of the younger, newer employees up. As you watched them grab some empty evidence boxes from the storage room and disperse to collect their personal belongings, you sensed a presence close against your back.

"Do you really believe that?" He didn't need to elaborate on which part of your statement he was referring to.

You could feel Yoongi's breath on your neck and ear with how close he was. An involuntary shiver went down your spine. Was the invasion of your personal space really necessary?

"No, but they needed the boost," you sighed, turning around. "So you better become a damn good leader. Who doesn't eat their food."

You stepped around Yoongi, brushing shoulders, before heading towards the senior inspector's office. Signatures were required before they left for Itaewon and Minho had the only printer in the office. But if you were being really honest, you needed the support. Despite how annoyed you would get at their shenanigans sometimes, you had to admit the squad had grown on you over the last five years when Namjoon first joined.

Senior Inspector Choi printed out the necessary paperwork and signed wherever he needed to sign on each. Papers in one hand and the other on your shoulder, he walked out into the bullpen with you. He hesitated for a moment before passing them to Yoongi, who—after tossing you an angry glare with a hint of something else—immediately took them and pulled a pen out of the breast pocket of his blazer.

He pushed the papers against the wall and slapped his signature on them fast. After handing them off to the squad to pass around and sign, Yoongi turned to you and Minho.

"Hopefully you have some patience, Yoongi." Minho chuckled, scratching the back of his neck with the hand that was free of paperwork. "They can be a handful sometimes."

"I can handle it, Senior Inspector Choi." the end clearly indicating he didn't care for the lack of use of his new title.

You could only scoff. Stepping out from underneath the hand Minho had on your shoulder still, you walked up to Yoongi. There was about thirty centimeters of space between you but you knew you could still get your point across.

"If anything happens to them, you won't make it to your boss to explain." you declared, shoving your hands into the pockets of your dress pants.

Once again, Yoongi invaded your personal space. Faces mere centimeters apart, he stared straight into your eyes. It had been a while since you had so much eye contact with someone. It had probably been about a year ago during an interrogation. You didn't back down, however, and stared right back.

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both."

His eyes stayed glued to yours for a few more seconds. Maybe you were imagining things but it almost seemed like he got even closer. Your breath hitched in your throat. After a couple more seconds, Yoongi broke eye contact and turned away from you.

"Noted," was all he said over his shoulder as he joined the squad, who had long finished gathering their things and stood near the elevators. "Let's go."

With sad bows from each, they entered the open lift one-by-one. Once they were all on, Yoongi pressed the button and the doors closed. You released the breath caught in your throat and turned around to face Minho.

He gave you a sad smile and plopped his big hands on your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze.

"I'm sure they'll be okay." he reassured you.

You only nodded and made your way back to your desk. Minho followed you.

"I didn't know you declined another promotion."

"I'm fine right here."

He leaned on your desk.

"Are you? Have you made any progress on your investigation here in the last year?"

You had begun sorting through your files again but stopped. Since your father's death, you started investigating the cause on your own. You didn't believe the department or coroner. Or your own eyes. You believed with your entire being there was something more to it but your investigation was going nowhere. The official determination was suicide so the case was closed and no one wanted to talk about it anymore. The gun had no other fingerprints on it. The study had no other fingerprints or DNA other than your parents and yourself. You collected the evidence and analyzed it yourself.

"Don't you think, if it's more than it seems, you'd be better off going to where the rest of the suspicious deaths are?" Minho inquired, snapping you out of your reverie.

"What about you?" you looked up at him, asking the same question you had been asked yourself not fifteen minutes ago.

"Me? I'll be fine. I do know how to train newbies, y'know?" he started, chuckling a bit. "It's you I'm worried about. I've never seen you that…emotional before."

"You know what he did," you muttered under your breath, "And then he shows back up here, thinking he owns the place…and me."

"Well, how are you going to show him who's really boss if you're hiding out here?"

As usual, Minho was right. You weren't exactly at the top of your game anymore. Your name hadn't been a part of an HQ congratulations email for over a year. Just one condolences one. And you were scared. Scared that you wouldn't be able to solve the cases and the man that made your life a living hell would hold it over your head forever. Scared that you would and still not find the answers you so desperately desired.

It was time. Time to face your demons, time to stop being afraid. You hesitated for just a brief moment but the determined look on Minho's face gave you the courage and reassurance you needed.

"Can I borrow your car?"

Minho gave you the biggest grin, reached into his pants pocket, pulled out his keys, and tossed them to you.

"Bring it back before the end of the day. I hate the buses."

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You prepared yourself for the phone call you were about to make while you were—admittedly—speeding throughout the streets of Seoul in your now-former boss' car. You took a quick glance to the backseat, making sure your belongings stayed in the box after a particularly sharp turn. It wasn't a call you wanted to make but you had to and your nerves were shot already. You took a deep breath and hit one of the buttons on the steering wheel.

"Call Chief Lee Sungho." you stated, loud and clear, when the Bluetooth assistant asked for a command.

You hit the "end call" button on the steering wheel just as you pulled up in front of the Itaewon patrol unit building. After grabbing your box out of the backseat of Minho's car, you glanced around. The first thing you noticed was just how small the structure was. It was easily more than half the size of even the Yongsan branch and only three stories tall. It was the same, dull beige color as all the rest of the police buildings though, so at least you had that comfort—if you could call that comfort.

Stepping into the lobby, you immediately felt suffocated. Loose papers and debris littered the floor to the point you were actually kicking it as you walked. There was a counter right next to the door where an officer sat, taking calls. Directly across from that, on the other side of the door, against the wall, was a bench where several presumed offenders sat. They were handcuffed to the bolted-down metal, apparently awaiting the booking officer.

Other officers bustled about, transporting papers and folders to different workstations that already had huge stacks on them. It was what you considered chaos. Yongsan, despite its bigger size, never looked like this. You made a mental note to order some more trash receptacles and filing cabinets as you sat your box down atop of the counter and began picking up the trash while you waited for the officer to get off the phone. You sorted as you picked up, making a pile on the counter of papers that seemed important, and throwing the rest into the sole trash can next to the counter. Once the officer placed the handset back on the receiver, they looked up at you.

"Hi, sorry about that! How can I help you?!"

"I'm one of the senior inspectors in charge of the new investigation unit. They're on the third floor, correct?" you stated, grabbing your box off of the counter.

The officer stood up faster than anyone you'd ever seen and bowed a full 90 degrees.

"Ma'am! Welcome!" they shouted enthusiastically and gave you a salute. "Yes, third floor! But the rest of your team haven't arrived yet..."

They definitely left before you, evident by the missing black sedan in front of the Yongsan station as you departed, so it didn't make sense that they weren't here yet. You nodded to the officer, thanked them, and said you were going to head up anyway.

You made your way toward the elevators after the officer gave you directions. Hitting the button for the third floor, you sighed as the doors closed and you started your ascent. If the lobby looked so dismal, you were dreading what a floor that hadn't been used in years looked like. The ride was painfully slow and bumpy as you imagined the amount of work it would take just to get it to a usable state.

The elevator finally dinged and the doors opened. Surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as you initially thought, although, it did seem to have become an extra storage room. There were random dusty boxes and files stacked around on equally dusty desks. A pile of old cleaning supplies lay abandoned in one corner. Nothing you and your squad couldn't clean up throughout the rest of the day. Thankfully, you had the forethought to demand new supplies and equipment to be delivered immediately from Chief Lee; a condition for accepting the promotion and transfer. And having to share an office with the most insufferable person you'd ever met.

Speaking of the shared space, you walked through the floor—kicking up dust in your wake—and found a door in the back corner. The word "Office" was decaled in gold on the opaque window. You opened the door and began coughing, using one of your hands to swipe at the air and clear it of dust particles. A single, large wooden desk sat in the middle with an old, brown leather chair behind it. You sat your box down on the desk and dusted off the chair before sitting on it.

It had long lost its comfy padding. You could feel the hard wood underneath. The leather was cracked and poking into the exposed skin of your neck and forearms. You pulled your cell phone out of your pocket and went to your recent contacts list. Hitting the name you needed, you put the phone to your ear. It rang a couple of times before they answered.

"Hi, Chief Lee? Add two new desks and leather chairs for the office to the list. Thanks."

You didn't wait for a response before hanging up. Just as you ended the call, you heard the ding of the elevator through the open office door. Your squad's voices were loud when the elevator opened but got quiet when they saw the state their new quarters was in.

"Damn…this is going to take forever to clean." you heard Namjoon moan.

"Look at these brooms! They're ancient!" Jimin shouted.

"I'll go down to the first floor and ask for some supplies." Seokjin offered through a mouthful of something.

"Don't worry about it. I'll call the chief and request a cleaning crew to come out," Yoongi stated, his voice getting closer to you as he walked about the room. "Ah, the office. I'm gonna check it out."

You leaned back in the old leather chair despite the cracked surface digging into your neck. Throwing your feet atop the desk and crossing them at the ankles, you then folded your arms across your chest. The door opened wide along with Yoongi's eyes as he saw who sat at the dust-covered desk. With the smuggest smirk you could manage, you decided to give him a taste of well…him.

"What took you so long?"

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